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Post by majorminor on Dec 22, 2014 11:09:23 GMT -5
Morning. The molder won't power up Did you try hitting it with a hammer? No, but we did jiggle the the thingy. It's an Italian machine so perhaps it just doesn't work over the holidays.
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Post by Cosmic Wonder on Dec 22, 2014 11:10:39 GMT -5
Morning all.
Lonnie, I have mostly avoided the shopping crowds courtesy of the interweb. Thank God for Al Gore. Although I am venturing out to Powells to see about a vegetarian cookbook for Katie.
Mike
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2014 12:59:19 GMT -5
Tree-check Presents-um, well... for the first time in years I am girding up to enter the fray of last minute Christmas shoppers. Is there a guide to the rules of engagement? What sorts of weaponry and body armor are allowed? Do I need to declare combatant status online or anything, or can I just dive right in? Don't worry about large men, they're just as unnerved about this as you are. Nope, you have to watch out for that innocent looking little old lady, she'll nail you with a hat pin.
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Post by Marshall on Dec 22, 2014 13:04:34 GMT -5
... for the first time in years I am girding up to enter the fray of last minute Christmas shoppers. Is there a guide to the rules of engagement? What sorts of weaponry and body armor are allowed? . . . , I've got one word for you, son, "Plastic."
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Post by majorminor on Dec 22, 2014 13:41:20 GMT -5
Lonnie - just snag a car air fresheners and a few Slim Jims at the gas station on Christmas Eve. Or better yet, an ice scraper. In Minnesota I think that gift means you are going steady so be advised.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2014 14:49:55 GMT -5
Lonnie - just snag a car air fresheners and a few Slim Jims at the gas station on Christmas Eve. Or better yet, an ice scraper. In Minnesota I think that gift means you are going steady so be advised. Yup, and a pair of choppers is as good as a proposal.
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Post by Cornflake on Dec 22, 2014 23:41:23 GMT -5
I'm sitting in a Gallup motel, listening to the wind howl and whistle outside. It's 38F and is expected to be 12F by morning. I drove six hours to get here and then spent three hours this evening in a meeting, mostly listening to an opposing lawyer drone on. Nice guy, but if he'd talked for five more minutes, I'd have strangled him. The good thing about this day: it's nearly over. Tomorrow night I'll be back in my humble home with my lovely wife, and I won't be listening to a cold wind howl.
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